Jay’s Life

I listen to local talk radio, and every now or then they bring up the topic of recycling. Frequently someone calls in to say that they “…find it too hard to sort my garbage…” or “I pay taxes, why should I touch my garbage twice?”. So I think that I have figured out a solution. It is a simple matter of clarifying the order of recycling. When you sort your garbage, do it as you throw it out, because clearly, you are all tossing it in a green garbage bag and sorting it on garbage day. There is no other explanation for your ridiculous arguments against recycling. Also to the conspiracy folks, it does go to a recycling plant, not to the dump. Why in the world would you go to all the trouble as a municipal government of sending two different trucks to collect your waste and take it to the same place?

Oh, dear! What on earth is that dog doing?

He’s got his head down a chipmunk hole he’s ‘expanded’ for himself. I wish we got a picture of the chipmunk leaving through the other end of the tunnel. He’s very sorry about the lawn.

Whatcha watching, Hap?

Just his turkey friends heading towards the pond. “Heck! Those are HUGE budgies!” After circling each other a couple of times Happie and the male turkey developed a mutual respect for each others ability to kill the other, they get along quite peacefully now. Happie follows them around as long as their don’t extend their wings, then the dog is out of there.

On the way to the pond following the turkeys we met up with Happie’s other unexpected new friend! Their initial meeting had everyone pretty worried but Happie never got too close and as you can see the porcupine doesn’t even have his quills up. Their respect for each other was quite the relief, it would have been a traumatic week if Happie had learned the hard way about leaving wild animals alone.



Squishy! He’s actually blind in this eye, hence my being able to get so close. His blindness is also the reason we think he didn’t run away from Happie initially. The dog curiosity and the porcupines realization the dog wasn’t going to eat him was the beginning of their friendship.



Once he saw me he quickly decided I wasn’t a friend and the quills came up.



That is one quality dog.